What sort of noise is coming from the building? I've got an interface collar, but am I armed? Do they trust me with guns?
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Lots of ideas, voices in your head? You may not be schizo, just need to find a plot and start writing.
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Movie Studios don't use AI to generate scripts because they're not copywritable. My writing is mine, not the world's to play with.
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"Badgers?" he said, sweating as he heard gun hammers being cocked unseen behind him. "We ain’t got no badgers. We don’t need no badgers. I don’t have to show you any stinkin' badgers!"
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I am a seven-foot tall minecraft-playing hindu guru drag-queen alien.
Possessor of an Ancient Device™ Model 17. No, I don't know what it does. No, you can't play with it.
Pronouns: It. As in: "What is it? What does it want? Why is it here? Oh my god, it's got my... <insert random body part or object here>"
Likes: World Domination, Writing, Rpg, scifi/fantasy, anime, sketchup 3d models, and anime music videos.
Companions: a host of characters from other games, my personal muse Penny (as in Bad), and the Badger gang - Toothpick, Buttons, Shark, and Mongo. They grew up in the balcony of an old theatre that played a lot of gangster movies. Normally benign, but may invade the OOC forums.
Possessor of an Ancient Device™ Model 17. No, I don't know what it does. No, you can't play with it.
Pronouns: It. As in: "What is it? What does it want? Why is it here? Oh my god, it's got my... <insert random body part or object here>"
Likes: World Domination, Writing, Rpg, scifi/fantasy, anime, sketchup 3d models, and anime music videos.
Companions: a host of characters from other games, my personal muse Penny (as in Bad), and the Badger gang - Toothpick, Buttons, Shark, and Mongo. They grew up in the balcony of an old theatre that played a lot of gangster movies. Normally benign, but may invade the OOC forums.
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Greetings and salutations! Welcome to the guild.
Niner
"I will have you live-in with an agent of ours. We will accompany you for now, for your wellbeing, of course. Rent-free, all-inclusive, and we'll show you the sights to boot. But we would like your help in the future. What do you think? Any preferences?" He asked with a smile.
"Help?" Niner's head jerked up. "Yes, help. I can help. How can I help you?"
Her face stayed bland but there was a hint of eagerness in her voice. The terminal was locked down, she needed access to the wire. She needed to do something.... So many lost clock cycles....
"I have no preferences," she added. "I am willing to do anything to assist. Please state assignment parameters?"
There was a shifting in his face. Her frown did not appear on her own. Was she wrong? Did he mean something else? It was frustfrating to communicate this way! Was it the file? What didn't she understand about the file? Why would she need access to Mother's memories? Where was Mother right now? Was she still in Rio de Janeiro? She'd been unable to check on her since the disconnect. If only she could reach out to the Brain, the other cells would know.
Unfortunately I'm unfamiliar with Dragon Age. Pity.
Greetings and salutations, welcome to the group.
Jase the Assassin (Mosslit Crew)
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Jase stuffed some fallen sticks and twigs into his jerkin as he eyed the slope. The climb up looked worse than the climb down, but they needed elevation.
"Our best bet is to look for something metal reflecting the light," Jase said, starting to climb. "It's either going to be the knight's polished armor, or that bird."
That it carried the knight away was not a good sign, it wasn't likely the knight was Taarna and the bird her new flying mount come to collect her. If it was like any other bird, it was bringing food home to the nest.
He slid a few times, but managed to make it up to the top of the hill to the cave entrance before sunset.
"Look around! See if something bright is reflecting the sunlight!"
Maybe he could improvise a compass with what they had in the chest, but they needed a bearing. Or bait.
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Forum: General Interest Checks
This sounds like fun. I should mention I have a fondness for vardos.
I have an idea of a Romani witch. She got abandoned by her family after they got spooked by the classified crew. A truancy officer arrested her, then she wound up in a child protective services orphanage when they realized she was living on the streets.
She can see demons, not only her own but those around others. Only other supernatural beings (like vampires and demigods) can see her demons, but they're harmless to mundanes. They're part teachers, advisors, and tormentors.
She can also see lay lines, tapping into them to power her spells.
She can see demons, not only her own but those around others. Only other supernatural beings (like vampires and demigods) can see her demons, but they're harmless to mundanes. They're part teachers, advisors, and tormentors.
She can also see lay lines, tapping into them to power her spells.
"We've got what *koff*, an hour of sunlight left," Jase managed, his breathing still a little ragged, "so we're not going to see anything in that forest shortly after the sun goes down. And since we know there's at least one thing out there that's hunting humans, this means we need shelter for the night. I vote for the cave - maybe we can spot the bird when it leaves its nest."
It had to have a big nest, he felt sure.
"I'm going to guess there were more than just the four of us who got i-sek-kee'd off of that plane, so it stands to reason that we're here to do something. What, I've not a clue. I'm going to guess there was more back in that cave than the stone flute, so let's head back to the cave and while someone stands watch, two of us are going to search that cave thoroughly to see what else we might have missed."
Assuming he was right, what was up with all the secrecy? Why couldn't have someone just tell them outright what they were supposed to do here, give them proper supplies than just this knife he had?
"Maybe the flute the knight has does something," he added. "Now might be a good time for them to try it.
It had to have a big nest, he felt sure.
"I'm going to guess there were more than just the four of us who got i-sek-kee'd off of that plane, so it stands to reason that we're here to do something. What, I've not a clue. I'm going to guess there was more back in that cave than the stone flute, so let's head back to the cave and while someone stands watch, two of us are going to search that cave thoroughly to see what else we might have missed."
Assuming he was right, what was up with all the secrecy? Why couldn't have someone just tell them outright what they were supposed to do here, give them proper supplies than just this knife he had?
"Maybe the flute the knight has does something," he added. "Now might be a good time for them to try it.
Niner
"Do you think you can do that?"
What a weird diagnostic test. Was this supposed to be a field check?
Pulling out a cord from one of her secure ports, Niner connected to the terminal, and dove in, her focus on gaining access. The system was older, unpatched in ages, unable to put up much of a fight against her skills to hack into more powerful systems than this.
Niner would have smiled, if she knew what a smile was.
The file, however, proved to be a greater challenge. It was corrupted, fragmented. Without the processing power of the other braincells, it would be difficult to recover the file quickly. Especially with the encryption. It felt it was a set of recordings recovered from a backup.
"Did this come from a dead drop?" she asked, pulling herself just enough outside to glance back at Dex, her face still bland. "This file is too corrupted to be read at this time. Without the other braincells, I will need time to process the recovery of the data."
"My memories of my time on the Farm are indexed," she added, tilting her head slightly, "And many of my memories from the Nursery from before I was decanted and afterward. May I ask what you wish to show me?"
Challenges:
Hack the terminal, difficulty zero, Fantastic result +6.
Memory Recovery, difficulty 2, Fair result +2.
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